Fallout: The True American Rebirth

March, Search, And Innovation

(Three Months after Interrogation, 2248)

Captain Austin Towes, a Former Gunner (Algernon's Group) walk on the Vertibird with his team, A Sharpshooter Minutemen who's name is Reece Finch, A Heavy Weapons Specialist named Kash Nichols, who is a part of the Megaton force, and a synth named Z4W-Z44, or just 'Zack' by the others.

"Okay everyone." Austin began. "We are under orders by President Eden to help get the rest of the East Coast to be under our Control. Remember everyone, this is Hearts and Minds, so no Gun-ho until people Fired at us first, Understood?" Austin told the Squad.

"Sir, Are the rest of our company joining us on this endeavor?" Kash asked to which Towes nodded.

"Yes Private, the Rest of the 10th Airborne and the 3rd Infantry are coming this way. And the 10th is going Norward to claim the upper states of the United States." Austin explained.

Reece Finch, the Sharpshooter from the Minutemen, adjusted his rifle. "Any specific settlements we're targeting first, Captain?" His voice was calm, steady, like the aim he was renowned for.

"Yes," Austin replied. "Our primary objective is to establish a foothold in key strategic locations. We'll start with the larger settlements that have the infrastructure we can use and build from there. Places like Rivet City and Point Lookout will be crucial to securing our supply lines."

Zack, the synth, remained silent but attentive, his artificial eyes scanning the mission brief displayed on his internal HUD. He was an enigma to most, but to the squad, he was a reliable comrade, his synthetic nature often proving advantageous in the field.

"Remember," Austin continued, "our approach is to win the locals over. We're here to bring order, stability, and protection. Use force only when absolutely necessary. Show them that the Enclave is the future of America, and that future is bright."

The Vertibird's pilot announced their descent, and Austin felt the familiar mix of anticipation and resolve. "Gear up, everyone. We're about to make history."

As the Vertibird touched down, the squad disembarked, greeted by the humid air and dense foliage of the southern coastline. The rest of their company would follow shortly, but for now, they were the vanguard, the tip of the spear.

Austin took a deep breath and surveyed the landscape. "Let's move out. We've got a lot of ground to cover and hearts to win."

The squad moved with practiced efficiency, each member falling into their roles seamlessly. The march to Florida had begun, and with it, a new chapter in the Enclave's mission to reclaim and rebuild America.

as they moved, they saw a Settlement in the Distance, and under heavily guard. "Steady Everyone." Austin warns as they slowly approached the Settlement.

Suddenly a group came out to meet them. "Halt! This is the Tampa Gatorclaw Territory! State yar Business. if ya a raider, gud luck trying to get in!" A voice that sounded like a Redneck yelled at the group.

Captain Austin Towes raised a hand, signaling his squad to halt. The sudden appearance of the group and the voice that followed confirmed what he had been briefed on: the southern territories were fragmented, each pocket of civilization ruled by its own laws and leaders.

"Stand down, we're not raiders!" Austin called back, his voice clear and authoritative. He stepped forward, his hands visible and non-threatening. "I'm Captain Austin Towes of the Enclave. We're here on a mission to bring stability and protection to this region."

The figure who had spoken emerged from the brush, revealing a rugged man in patched but well-maintained combat gear, flanked by others similarly equipped. They carried a mix of weapons, their demeanor wary but not immediately hostile.